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May 11, 2012

Afterglow

You know when you come home late from a loud concert and your ears are all stuffy and humming and you feel heavy with smoke the next day?

I feel the complete opposite of that. Colors seem brighter and sounds are clearer and I am so sensitive to every word and beautiful thing.

I missed my kids. That was all I could think about and when I got home Gray's Cubs blanket was balled on my bed and I could see just a tuft of his hair poking out and I was so relieved he was there. They are my touchstones.

This is after the show. It's over, and I don't know what to think or say, I can only feel. And it feels good.